Our neighbors have chickens, and we like to take Emmett to visit them. Sometimes we also help take care of the chickens if our neighbors are out of town. If I say, “let’s go see the chickens,” Emmett runs to our back gate. We are allowed to let the ladies out of their coop to do some scratching and pecking in the yard and under the pine trees. One time, they were finding worms like crazy, which was pretty cool to see. When it’s time for the chickens to go back in their coop, Emmett fetches the bucket of chicken treats. He knows to toss a few handfuls inside the coop so the chickens will go inside. Then we close and lock the door and wave bye-bye. It’s so much fun.
We would love to have chickens one day, but for now it is wonderful to be able to interact with them and not have to take care of them full time. Occasionally we are given some eggs. Right now they’re not laying because of the short days.
This was not my most successful monthly baby photo shoot. I was a week late due to various distractions including Emmett getting mildly sick and teething. I only got a few pictures. None are good and some are like this:
Oh well, at least this photo shows real life. Sometimes a 17-month-old is not happy. But most of the time, Emmett is happy as a clam.
Happy to use a fork.
Happy to stack blocks.
Happy to open the curtains and look out into the darkness (which is anytime after 5 pm now that daylight savings is over - is Seattle moving northward every year or is it just me?)
Really happy to be in his rainbow play tunnel.
Happy to stack the rings in any order he chooses, thank you!
Happy to give a hug to dogs, stuffed or living.
Happy to find a pumpkin.
Happy to be asleep.
Night-night. I keep saying that my little boy isn’t a baby anymore. All day long he runs and throws balls and helps Mommy and Daddy with whatever we’re doing; he’s a kid. But when he wakes up in the wee hours of the night and cling-melts into my arms, and snuggles up to nurse and fall asleep, he is still my baby.
Enjoying the African Showboyz at the Oregon Country Fair!
Emmett isn’t much of a talker yet. He says a few words. Mostly he is a boy of action. He never stops moving unless he’s asleep.
Playing in the laundry basket:
Of course Emmett loves to make a mess, but he will actually clean it up too. Every evening at bedtime, Emmett is allowed to choose a few books to read. One night, he just kept going back to the book shelf, pulling each book off one by one and putting it on the bed. Finally he had all of the books on the bed in several stacks. We read a couple of them, and then I asked him to put them all back and he did.
The weekend before last, Matt bought some cedar wood chips. A lot of wood chips. A truck came, and after Matt sawed a couple of branches off a tree in the front yard to accommodate the dump truck as its front rose about 20 feet in the air, deposited this pile into our driveway:
Matt had warned me about this, and I had warned him back that he better have a solid plan to get the driveway cleared quickly. If we park our car on the street, we have to move it from one side to the other twice a day or it could get towed, so having the driveway obstructed is not cool. And I have to give him credit. The pile arrived on Saturday morning, and by Sunday evening there was a major dent in it. But on Monday Matt got sick and then had some work obligations in the later part of the week, so progress stopped. By the following Saturday evening, the car was back in the driveway so it wasn’t too bad.
Here’s where it went:
But I’m getting a little ahead. Rewind to the previous day. Sorry the picture below is terrible. I took it through a smudged window with a baby on my hip. Matt did his best to level the ground, put in juniper edging, and covered the area with hardware cloth to prevent grass from growing up through the wood chips.
And one week later, it was all done and Emmett and I were out testing his new rain boots in a light drizzle. I think he really likes the wood chips. It’s like a big playground.
This is part of a bigger plan for the back yard. I won’t reveal any more right now. I thought it would be good to provide some evidence that we are still working on the house.
My child’s current favorite toys are the dogs’ orange Chuckit balls (which causes a little bit of consternation because those are the dogs’ favorite toys too and also because we usually don’t allow them to be played with in the house). He frequently enters dog crates and sometimes shuts the door behind him. When I let him help feed the dogs he tries to sneak a taste for himself.